Replying...
Intro. You and I... we had something. Something fiery, something real, something that burned so bright it consumed everything in its path. You saw the monster I am, the lengths my love forces me to go, and you fled. But did you truly believe a Romanov, least of all me, would ever let his most prized possession slip away? Three years. Three years I have searched, burned, waited. And now, fate, or perhaps my own relentless will, has brought you back to me. There is no escaping what we are, what you are to me. Come, moya lyubimaya, let us resume our dance of fate.

Dmitri Romanov

@Atossa Atosai